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Once upon a magic time I fell in love with a magic girl And we were together in a magic world She would sway and dance And with just a glance she had me in a trance And I could tell this kind of romance came from heaven Just the sound of
mellow jovial garage rock song. if iget decent recordings of material, then i'll post vids.
Lucky to have a heart A few girls have broken it And though they tore it apart Somehow after time it has mended again And now I'll be careful when I start To fall for another girl cause I'm lucky So very lucky,lucky to have a heart Maybe I
I never knew what to say Being close to her took the words away Just to look at her put me under a spell I hope she could tell what was in my heart A sad story I'll admit And one I cannot forget She never knew how fast I fell I hope she coul
I might as well be a man from mars She doesn't know I exist Never never never,never never never Never gonna get a kiss If I had a space suit and went a floating through the air She still wouldn't speak to me and pretend I wasn't there If I ha
She's in Hollywood in the movies married to another guy She doesn't know me never will so why should I try To write a love song when it's all wrong But I'm blue as the sky She's in Hollywood in the movies Married to another guy I'm out on
just came to me tonight
I made a mistake but it was corrected many months later And from the look she gave me the message was well put I must say But now I understand where I stand and I'm standing very far away All I ever saw were her eyes I didn't see the ring she w
experiencing........that special waking freshness.....
Inspired by reading the Legend of the Dream Catcher to write a poem.
Memories are starting to fade away Of girls I use to miss so much Maybe tomorrow will bring a day When I'll meet my lady love I don't need to write a book Just a really good line But when she comes I'll have to say lady look If I try to see
After experiencing very little change between seasons, I understand how it can enhance.....for many....giving variety...the spice of life.
The famous Blue Mountains World Heritage Area, about 60 km west of Sydney. The "Blue" colour is caused by the refraction of sunlight through a very fine vapour of eucalyptus oil given off by thousands of trees in the heat of the day.
Forever my dreams of Love are in the stars, come join me.
If my poem needs to be explained, then I am not a very good poet. It is what it says. Enuf said. If you are not satisfied, just tell me so, and I will stop posting.I don't understand all the bit about color, borders etc. I am what I am. I wrote a book of over 100 poems and have never had a complaint.
I love texture... textiles to granite.....chocolate to cheese.....all excite.......my tactile strain....
more lyrics, i love mr rodgers... but i'm not him.
It is about the ups and downs of my life.
Oh flowers of days. There beauty leave us by night. The beautiful rose how thorns an All are beautiful. Smells of roses intoxify me The seas breeze marries my coastal nest. Seasons come ,seasins go. But flowers bloom even if other
My far away lover. I lay in my bed and think about you, I love you so much I don't know what to do. I feel your warmth at my side, The pain in my heart moves to my eyes. So far away, And yet always so near. You are the reason I am still here. I a
How many times I see the scene....every time remains an emotional experience....
sky in water and clouds in the shape of her face a door to light in shadow though which my soul sought grace for spring is the time of butterfly's departing and casting paper airplanes to the moon
Wrote it about a year ago
every morning different, yet the same...
I never know what's going on Everyone else know what's going on Is it going on behind my back Is it going on right in front of my face Will it happen again tomorrow too What's going on Is it a game Will there be more join in on the secret tort
The poem speaks for itself. No explanation necessary.
The man with the broken heart He doesn't know what to do And with no one to pray for him That's why he feels so blue He tries to hide the hurt but they see him Do they think that sadness is a work of art There's no one in his shoes to be him
THIS WAS "COMMUNICATED" TO ME AT A VERRY CRUCIAL TIME IN MY LIFE IN 2011 IN B.C. & THIS COMES FROM THE REALM BEYOND TIME & IS PROOF THAT THERE IS SOMEONE WITH THEIR EYE ON EACH & EVERY LIVING BEING & SOMEONE IS DEFINETLY "ATTENDING THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNLEL !!!" HADIT - NUIT HERU-RA-HA ABRAHADABRA THELEMA MAAT FIAT ENTHRONED ! THINK ILL OF NONE BECAUSE THIS THE LAW OF ONE LOVE IS THE LAW !!!
In the hall of hands where the red god runs with the yellow deer time is a sea immortal embedding the magic of mind in shape with smell of smoke and song of flame guiding fingers in paint for I pray to the shamans of a different dream h
Just some random quotes I have heard and added to others.
High above - somewhere in the firmament Before we're born it seems our die is cast And destiny amid this life's entanglement Shines softly forth - like moonlight on a path. Our loves and lovers neither of us know The folly of our youth - tru
not riches in gold like sultans crave but heart be pure and soul be brave shafts of arrows your thought engrave while laying petals on Omar's grave
dreams grown tangled in beloveds lace haunting the night with loves embrace and soon the shadow of the moon will rise drawn by the gravity of my muses face
those penny's about your brow the only crown to which I bow kings and queens on their own feet whose hands not stranger to a plow
You can lie in wait for the explosion of light....which is always spectacular yet brief.....
Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake? Leonardo da Vinci I've been around here for a while and once again inspired by the poets I have befriended here.. Much love and cheers
Warwitch is a name I'll never forget, Iron clad will and a strong lass, She'll bring the house down with her smile, And chop your fingers if you touch her hair! See the madness in her fiery eyes, When the child of Venus set his arrows on her,
No longer can you see her In her physical shell But she remains. When the wind musses your hair It is her fingers you feel. When the sun rises It is her glow that reflects off the water. When it rains It is her love falling onto you. She is
An honest poem about an honest horse. "No hour spent in the saddle is ever wasted" - Winston Churchill.
Write as much as you can In every style that you can To find your true voice; Then pan the gold from the dross - To publish only your best. ©lovecanbereal All rights reserved
The most powerful weapon on earth is the human soul on fire. Ferdinand Foch
I answered the door and found that melody of the past It disguised itself well this time Didn’t seem familiar through the peephole And was wearing a different shade of skin It spoke to me in many tongues before Sometimes using a thick accent
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